Fluttershy working at the local grocery store was certainly an unusual sight for most, but since it was the slow season for the animal sanctuary Fluttershy needed a bit of extra income. So Fluttershy got a part-time job stocking at the grocery store three days a week. Her manager was very nice and allowed her to choose which days she would work, as long as she let him know in advance.
It was a Friday afternoon shift. A Friday afternoon shift that so far had been mostly uneventful. Mostly. There were the odd few customers who needed help finding some items, the standard couple of spills that needed clean up, and a delivery truck that needed unloading.
Once she had taken care of the other duties she needed to take care of, Fluttershy was finally able to get to stocking the soda aisle, the last item on her list of things to do for the day. So as she worked stocking, Fluttershy's thoughts drifted to plans for the weekend. Her plan was simple: lazing about on the comfiest cloud she could get her hooves on and just laze about. Like Rainbow Dash did most of the time. She planned to keep the animal sanctuary closed for the day so she’d be more than able to truly rest.
Amid her daydreaming of finally having a true day off, she barely registered the sound of hoofsteps approaching her. Hoofsteps that sounded urgent. Hoofsteps that sounded like they belonged to a pony who was in quite a hurry. Fluttershy paid no attention to those hoofsteps and continued her stocking until a hoof started poking her shoulder. Incessantly. Fluttershy rolled her eyes, not letting the pony poking her see. Fluttershy steeled herself and stood up, turning to face the pony needing her help. She immediately recognized the mane cut and she sighed. It was the last thing she needed so late in the day: a Karen. And not just any Karen, it was Trixie.
Now, ‘Karen’ was not a pony name, nor had it existed in Equestrian until fairly recently. The term originated in the human world and passed into the Equestrian vernacular thanks in part to Sunset Shimmer. One summer there, she had worked a part-time job in retail as well, and in her letters to Twilight described a customer with that term. Twilight, curious as she was, inquired about the meaning of the term ‘Karen’. When she heard the explanation, Twilight mentioned that they had customers in Equestria who fit the same description and began to spread the use of the term.
'Great… it's Trixie… the Karen-est of all Karens…' Fluttershy thought to herself. Out loud, though, she took a breath and was about to give her standard ‘Welcome to HayMart’ greeting and ask what Trixie needed, but she was cut off by Trixie’s demanding voice.
"Yes, excuse me!" Trixie started. "Do you work here?"
Fluttershy blinked in surprise before first looking down at the uniform she was wearing, then looking at her name tag, and finally the opened case of soda on the floor. “I-” Fluttershy began, but again before she could fully respond Trixie was already continuing.
“Anyway, I want to make a complaint. I asked this pony about my favorite cookies and where they are, and she had the nerve to tell me she didn’t work here!” Trixie complained. “I’m sure she was lying and didn’t want to help me and-”
While she was ranting and complaining, a young pink pegasus filly with blue mane walked into the aisle. She looked to be fairly young. Young enough to attend grade school. In fact, Fluttershy recognized the filly immediately as one of Cheerilee's students. Trixie also noticed the filly at almost the exact same time, stopped mid-rant, and pointed at her.
"Her! She's the rude pony!" Trixie accused in a screeching voice at the poor filly. "You need to tell me where they moved my favorite cookies to or so help me Luna I'll get you fired!"
Fluttershy was quickly getting a headache, due in part to dealing with the stupidity of the situation, but mostly from listening to the screechiness of Trixie's voice. Getting fed up with everything, Fluttershy tapped Trixie in the shoulder in the hopes of interrupting the ranting, screeching mare. Surprisingly, it worked?
“And another thing! I-”
"Ma'am? Please don't yell at that customer," Fluttershy asked politely. "She doesn't work here, she's a student of Cheerilee.”
Trixie stared at the filly then back to Fluttershy and looked at her like a cow looks at an oncoming train.
“Now, can you please tell me what you need help with?"
Trixie blinked in confusion, processing what just happened. Once it seemed she registered what was going on, Trixie’s voice returned to normal. “Oh, yes, of course, you see…"
Fluttershy nearly face hoofed when Trixie started up on another long-winded, overly unnecessary explanation that had nothing to do with the product she was looking for. It was a tale about how she had visited friends out of town and had tried this soda but it was a regional variety, etc. etc.. Fluttershy was only half paying attention since it kept her headache and frustration from getting worse. After what seemed like an eternity, Trixie finally said what she needed help with.
"Anyway, I'm trying to find Hay Cola, but there's none on the shelf. You have any in the back?"
Now, Hay Cola was one of the most popular brands of soda in the world. Everyone knew the brand’s tagline: ‘Hay Cola! The Cola with the taste of hay!’ And not only was it one of the most popular brands, but it was also a name brand which meant the store only received enough to fill the shelves with no backstock. So if the shelves were empty… Fluttershy could only check the shelves and confirm what Trixie had said. And when she got to the shelves, she found they were indeed completely empty.
"Sorry, Ma’am, but it looks like we're all sold out. Unfortunately, we won't have any in the back," explained Fluttershy, hoping to get rid of Trixie and get back to her more important work and finish her shift.
The answer, however, did not please Trixie at all. She began tapping a hoof on the floor in frustration.
"Well, how would you know if you don't check in the back?"
Fluttershy opened her mouth to explain the situation when Trixie held up a hoof to silence her
"Uh uh! I don't want excuses," Trixie said simply. "I want results. Or do I need to have a chat with your manager? Or take my business elsewhere?"
Fluttershy stood there fuming, though she did her best to keep her customer service smile on and her eye twitching to a minimum. Her head was throbbing from her headache, which was only made worse by the insufferable mare currently being, well, a Karen.
'Every week she's in here making trouble, complaining, ranting and raving about the smallest thing. Then when she doesn't get her way she threatens to take her business elsewhere! And then she comes back the next week. She… comes…" Her thoughts trailed off as she got an idea. Before Trixie could continue speaking, Fluttershy spoke up.
"No, no! There's no need for a manager. I mean you're absolutely right," Fluttershy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How WOULD I know if I don't check the back?"
Trixie didn't seem to pick up on the sarcasm. "That's a good girl. Go check for me."
Fluttershy kept her customer service smile on as she continued. "But, if I just go, you may decide I didn't actually check," she said, "and then you'd want my manager and neither of us wants that to happen do we?" Fluttershy then lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "I'm normally not allowed to let customers in the back room, but I think I can make an exception just this once." She paused before continuing in her normal speaking voice. "After all, the customer IS always right, yes?"
Trixie couldn't agree more. After all, she WAS used to getting the best treatment around. “Oh, you are absolutely correct!” was all she responded before marching herself in front of Fluttershy and into the back room, her rump swaying side to side as she sauntered through the backroom doors. She gasped at what she saw.
The walls were lined with hundreds of racks, with each section holding some backstock. In one particular portion of the backroom, the racks were nearly full to the brim with backstock for all the non-name brand sodas; a sight which undoubtedly gave Trixie the impression that there was, indeed, back stock for the much-wanted name brand soda.
“So, where exactly do you keep the name-brand soda back here anyway?” Trixie asked as she snooped around the back room. "All I see are your terrible tasting store brand sodas"
Now, Fluttershy hadn’t been entirely truthful about the no back stock for the name-brand sodas. There was one tiny section out of the way they would use when there was back stock during the holiday season. But since it was nowhere near any holidays, it was rather empty.
“Just go around the corner back there, you should see where the section is,” Fluttershy called out, her sheath starting to plump up at the thoughts of what she was about to do.
Trixie followed Fluttershy's directions and rounded the corner. No sooner had she done so, she saw the empty pallets sitting on the floor. Trixie examined the pallets, the bins above and below but the facts remained the same: Fluttershy had been telling the truth after all and there was no back stock. Trixie was furious.
“There's no soda back here! I can’t believe this!" Trixie screeched out. "You knew there wasn't anything back here and you've wasted my precious time." Trixie was fuming mad, still turned away from Fluttershy. "By the time I'm done with you," she continued, turning to face Fluttershy and give her her full wrath, "You'll never work in Equestria… again?"
Trixie's voice faltered and her anger turned into confusion. She had expected to be yelling in Fluttershy's face, not staring at the tip of Fluttershy's hard, throbbing, dripping cock. But that's exactly what she was seeing. Naturally, this surprise caught her completely off guard and caused her to pause her rant. It was just long enough of a pause for Fluttershy to put a hoof against the back of Trixie's head and shove her face against the tip of her cock. Finally, Trixie found her voice.
"Just what do you think you're doing y- mmph!"
Whatever insults Trixie planned to launch at Fluttershy were quickly muffled when her muzzle slipped inside Fluttershy's cock slit. A heady scent of Fluttershy's musk and cum immediately assaulted Trixie's nose. Trixie continued to make insults and threats toward Fluttershy, but with her muzzle well stuck in Fluttershy's cock, they were muted and unintelligible.
Not that Fluttershy was paying attention to what Trixie was saying. The only thing she could concentrate on at the moment was the fighting and thrashing mare she was quickly gulping down. Every squirm of the mare brought immeasurable pleasure to Fluttershy, who flexed her cock and swallowed up more than half of the insufferable mare in a single gulp.
Fluttershy couldn't help herself and let a moan slip from her lips. This only led to Trixie yelling a string of muffled curses and insults for how degrading it was for Fluttershy to be enjoying what she was doing. Fluttershy's cock swallowed again, pulling Trixie deep enough that just her blue bubble butt was left sticking out. Fluttershy's tongue lolled out of her mouth in pleasure. She no longer held back her moans of pleasure as Trixie flailed her back legs uselessly which served little purpose other than to tease and please the tip of Fluttershy's cock. Finally impatient, Fluttershy let out a loud, moaning grunt as her cock swallowed one last time, making Trixie's back legs disappear and slurping her tail up like a noodle.
Trixie found herself trapped tightly in that thick, turgid cock belonging to Fluttershy. Not that she would stay trapped there long. A tugging pulled her down deeper and deeper, the heady scent of Fluttershy's musk and cum getting stronger the closer Trixie got to Fluttershy's balls. In the deep, dark, dank, and damp confines of Fluttershy's nuts, Trixie was forced to curl up as she was finally dumped into the fleshy prison of Fluttershy's testicles.
The extra weight did not go unnoticed by Fluttershy. Her nuts, currently filled with the insufferable, Karen-like mare known as Trixie, hung low enough to lightly drag on the ground behind her with each step she took. Realizing now the difficulty she would have trying to work with a nutsack filled as much as hers, she had to come up with a solution. Being a clever pony, she carefully made her way over to the walk-in freezer and stepped inside.
As soon as she stepped into the below-freezing temperature of the walk-in, her body began the process of keeping her nuts at the proper body temperature. Thanks to the cold, Fluttershy's balls drew closer to her body and her cock retreated to the safety and warmth of her sheath. With her balls closer and seemingly smaller, the mare inside found the walls hugging even tighter around her. And, for the time being, the distinct outline of the mare trapped inside was visible.
The tighter confines had the desired effect Fluttershy hoped for: Trixie began to squirm about in a futile attempt to get back the space she had lost. What Trixie was unaware of was how the process worked; her squirming and fighting against the almost crushing pressure around her only quickened the pace of her transformation. Already she was losing feeling in places that were actively touched by the testicle walls. And as more of the former mare melted into more of Fluttershy's cum, Trixie's cutie mark slowly appeared on the side of her ball sack. Fluttershy could only moan loudly as she felt Trixie's squirming and shouting inevitably die out, replaced with the sound of sloshing cum in her balls.
Cold, panting, and covered with sweat, Fluttershy left the freezing temperature on the walk-in with a now more manageable-sized set of balls. Unable to take time to herself to dispose of all the cum stewing in her balls until after work, she wiped herself can of any sweat, caught her breath, and made herself as presentable enough as she could to get back to work. She walked back out onto the floor and finished stocking the soda she was working on before being interrupted.
Just as she stocked the last bottle of soda on her cart, Fluttershy's manager approached her with a pace in his step that indicated he had something important to tell her. He handed her a sheet of paper with the picture of a very familiar-looking mare on it, that of the mare she had just turned into a load of cum.
"Fluttershy, I'm letting all employees know that, as of today, this mare is no longer welcome at our store," he explained. "She has been banned, so her picture is going up on the banned wall. You see, she has been a complete menace to all our employees and a number of our guests and…"
Her manager's words drifted off when he noticed that Fluttershy's nuts hung lower than usual and that a certain, familiar-looking cutie mark was emblazoned on them.
"Well, it seems that the ban might not be needed. It appears you've taken care of the problem already." He paused to think then smiled. "You know, I like your initiative on handling these so-called 'Karens'," he continued, bonding at his idea. "I'm going to promote you to lead Customer Complaints manager. It will come with a pay raise, won't change your availability, and I'll even give you all the leeway needed to handle them. So, what do you say?"
Fluttershy thought about how much she enjoyed turning Trixie into a load of cum. She thought about being able to do that to other Karens and get paid for it. She wasted no time answering and immediately accepted the promotion. Her manager led her to the customer service desk, gestured to the stool she could sit on to rest her swollen nuts, then gave her a stack of complaints from the day's Karens.
"Alright," Fluttershy called out, "Would the mare insisting we honor a coupon two weeks past expiration, please step forward." Fluttershy glanced up from the stack of complaints to see Rarity stepping forward. Fluttershy felt a stirring in her loins and she licked her lips. "Oh, Rarity. I'm sure I can help you solve your problem. Please, step back into my… private… office."
